DOI issue:
October 4, 1856
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16618#0148
140 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [October 4, 1856
THE MOORS. GRATIFYING—VERY ! I
ON ARRiVISG at THE BiST PART 01' koub, ShOOTIJJG, you find those amiable TOURISTS, the NoBBS's, have been ovjsr the GB.ousd
a good deal. as the blrds are wild, yguii sport is not much improved thereby. nobbs, junior, may be observed taking
in the "Objects of interest" with his Telescope.
Great, indeed, was the desecration; instant the 3earch; but, even Our
Lady of Boulogne failed or refused to cause the detection of tbe culprits.
The wickedness made a great noise; for was it not a scandal upon
the faith of Boulogne-sur-Mer, already twitted with iudifferentism in
the matter of black gowns ? The men employed in the house were
visited by the master-builder, and severally questioned upon the
enormity committed. Nothing, however, could be learned of tne delin-
quent ; save that he was tbe old, old culprit, Nobody. Whereupon,
the master with a sweet gravity, thus addressed the labourers :— ' My
friends, it is very plain that some of you threw this defiling sand down
upon the priests. Now this was wrong; very wrong. For why, my
friends should you have used sand, when you had bricks?"
OUR WHISPERING GALLKRi
For all who have arrived at their Ears of Discretion.
BEhS AND BLACK BEETLES.
Granted that Louis Napoleon has brought back the bees to
France, has he not, as a set-off, a little too much encouraged the black
beetles? Never before did France swarm with such a number of
priests ! And truly, trying to be as toleraut as possible, it is difficult to
look in the lumpish, clayey faces of the greater number of these heaven-
minded, heaven-pointing men, and to believe them almost all refined to
spirit. We will not question their devotion, their moral aliment. But
assuredly, if they have partaken of the milk of Canaan, the milk has
turned to curds-and-whey in many of their countenances. B it these
men are of the army, the black troops of Louis Napoleon. He ought
to institute a new Order for them—the Order of the Legion of Locusts.
For there can be no coubt that, in the agricultural districts of France,
where the peasantry are mere clods of men, the influence of these swarm-
ing priests works well for Napoleon the Nephew; especially, too, as it
ever adroitly associates him with the lurid glories of Napoleon the
Uncle. But the faithful may lament that it is otherwise in towns.
There, the workmen pride themselves upon the looks of mixed con-
tempt and defiance with which they meet the uneasy glances of the
priests. "Priests may be very useful," say these men, "but why so ,
manv of them ? " A pigmy ou a pedestal is only a greater pigmy still.
We have already told the story of Our Lady of Boulogne. Told of | a^llZT m°uey ready bef°re seUing °M °' ™ "* ^
the processions and the pilgrimages (by railway) done in her honour.
A pilgrimage by rail would have astounded Peter the Hermit; never-
theless pilgrims came; and pious young ladies sought Boulogne beach
lor mementos of the sea, and doubtless, on their return to the station,
presented a cockle-shell to be worn by the stoker in sign and memory
of the pilgrimage performed. Now it so happened that the procession,
thickly smudged with priests, passed from the station near a half-built
house. We tell the tale to show what the working-men of France
think of this over-supply, and over-activity of black gowns. Whilst -
the priests passed this half-built habitation, irreverent working-hands j Commercial Anomaly.—The Shares of the National Disccunt
within cast down upon the holy men a plentiful oft'eiing of sand.I Company are at a Premium!
He who plays at caustic wit often burns his fingers.
Don't stretch your legs beyond your carpet.
The blind man shouldn't attempt to catch fleas.
A good-natured friend is often only an enemy in disguise.
The Future blights more reputations than ever it ripens.
A pigmy
Get youi
Chancery.
Superstitions would soon die, if so many old women wouldn't act as nurses to keep
them alive.
We expend more time, trouble, and expense in conciliating a mau we tear than in
obliging one we love.
The prouder the man the more obstinate he is-as the State Carnage is the most
difficult to turn.
Beware of marrying the woman who does not sew, is not fond of reading, and cannot
play the piano. Restless and unoccupied, she is continually running abroad to seek
for the amusement she lacks at home.
THE MOORS. GRATIFYING—VERY ! I
ON ARRiVISG at THE BiST PART 01' koub, ShOOTIJJG, you find those amiable TOURISTS, the NoBBS's, have been ovjsr the GB.ousd
a good deal. as the blrds are wild, yguii sport is not much improved thereby. nobbs, junior, may be observed taking
in the "Objects of interest" with his Telescope.
Great, indeed, was the desecration; instant the 3earch; but, even Our
Lady of Boulogne failed or refused to cause the detection of tbe culprits.
The wickedness made a great noise; for was it not a scandal upon
the faith of Boulogne-sur-Mer, already twitted with iudifferentism in
the matter of black gowns ? The men employed in the house were
visited by the master-builder, and severally questioned upon the
enormity committed. Nothing, however, could be learned of tne delin-
quent ; save that he was tbe old, old culprit, Nobody. Whereupon,
the master with a sweet gravity, thus addressed the labourers :— ' My
friends, it is very plain that some of you threw this defiling sand down
upon the priests. Now this was wrong; very wrong. For why, my
friends should you have used sand, when you had bricks?"
OUR WHISPERING GALLKRi
For all who have arrived at their Ears of Discretion.
BEhS AND BLACK BEETLES.
Granted that Louis Napoleon has brought back the bees to
France, has he not, as a set-off, a little too much encouraged the black
beetles? Never before did France swarm with such a number of
priests ! And truly, trying to be as toleraut as possible, it is difficult to
look in the lumpish, clayey faces of the greater number of these heaven-
minded, heaven-pointing men, and to believe them almost all refined to
spirit. We will not question their devotion, their moral aliment. But
assuredly, if they have partaken of the milk of Canaan, the milk has
turned to curds-and-whey in many of their countenances. B it these
men are of the army, the black troops of Louis Napoleon. He ought
to institute a new Order for them—the Order of the Legion of Locusts.
For there can be no coubt that, in the agricultural districts of France,
where the peasantry are mere clods of men, the influence of these swarm-
ing priests works well for Napoleon the Nephew; especially, too, as it
ever adroitly associates him with the lurid glories of Napoleon the
Uncle. But the faithful may lament that it is otherwise in towns.
There, the workmen pride themselves upon the looks of mixed con-
tempt and defiance with which they meet the uneasy glances of the
priests. "Priests may be very useful," say these men, "but why so ,
manv of them ? " A pigmy ou a pedestal is only a greater pigmy still.
We have already told the story of Our Lady of Boulogne. Told of | a^llZT m°uey ready bef°re seUing °M °' ™ "* ^
the processions and the pilgrimages (by railway) done in her honour.
A pilgrimage by rail would have astounded Peter the Hermit; never-
theless pilgrims came; and pious young ladies sought Boulogne beach
lor mementos of the sea, and doubtless, on their return to the station,
presented a cockle-shell to be worn by the stoker in sign and memory
of the pilgrimage performed. Now it so happened that the procession,
thickly smudged with priests, passed from the station near a half-built
house. We tell the tale to show what the working-men of France
think of this over-supply, and over-activity of black gowns. Whilst -
the priests passed this half-built habitation, irreverent working-hands j Commercial Anomaly.—The Shares of the National Disccunt
within cast down upon the holy men a plentiful oft'eiing of sand.I Company are at a Premium!
He who plays at caustic wit often burns his fingers.
Don't stretch your legs beyond your carpet.
The blind man shouldn't attempt to catch fleas.
A good-natured friend is often only an enemy in disguise.
The Future blights more reputations than ever it ripens.
A pigmy
Get youi
Chancery.
Superstitions would soon die, if so many old women wouldn't act as nurses to keep
them alive.
We expend more time, trouble, and expense in conciliating a mau we tear than in
obliging one we love.
The prouder the man the more obstinate he is-as the State Carnage is the most
difficult to turn.
Beware of marrying the woman who does not sew, is not fond of reading, and cannot
play the piano. Restless and unoccupied, she is continually running abroad to seek
for the amusement she lacks at home.